Cherry Lips
by BabyTigerEyes
Summary: All she wanted was a different flavour...something new and exciting that would get her senses tingling.WARNING: Raunchy Sex SceneCollaborated story with Opal Irises thanks so much, Lia, you rock!
1. Rocky Roads

Summer had beenpuzzling over her situationwith Seth for a long time. After Zach left the scene, she had been happy...Happy, but not content. Happy and content...basically the same meaning, but Summer wanted more then just happiness. She wanted all the things that Zach could never give her. All the things Seth couldn't give her, too.

She wanted to cut loose a little while - not worry about Water Polo...but then, she hated The Adventures Of The Walking Toilet or whatever stupid comic Seth was ranting about that week. Was it possible that her flame for Seth had been blown out with a quick gust of wind? Probably the same gust that swept her off her feet at the beginning of their now-dwindling romance. Perhaps that was all they had ever been: a small flicker of a flame, a mere shadow of a burning fire that could have been.

There always had been a problem with the men in her life – they quenched her hunger for only a brief period of time, but she always ended up wanting more...and never of the same flavour.

Seth was her Neapolitan ice-cream. He was a bit of everything...chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. She thought she would always be content with her mixed flavors. But the blended sweetness became too much for her.

Zach.. Zach was vanilla. Everyone liked vanilla, right? Vanilla was perfect. Problem was, vanilla got boring and bland after a while. Summer's vanilla obsession was over. And she was craving something new...something different

She wanted a unique flavour that no one else chose...she wanted to find the perfect flavour that seemed untouchable to the world, but entirely her own. Neapolitan was boring, so was vanilla. She wanted to try a Rocky Road type, with little chunks here and there and never a properly smooth surface. Something with ripples of cherry, which was a flavour she'd always loved. She wanted to make waves now and then. Except almost every guy in Newport was exactly the same…_Almost._ Out there had to be someone compatible to her sudden, new, butbreathtakingly desperatedesires.

Summer made a vow to herself. This time, she would not allow herself to be stuck in the rut. She would not put herself through the same vicious cycle of lust, love and loss all over again. She would venture outside Newport, for the first time in her life. And who knew where she could end up. All she knew was that she could, eventually, go somewhere she had never dreamed she would end up before...

Maybe even...Chino.


	2. Quick Escape

**A/N: THANKS SO MUCH LIA FOR COWRITING THIS WITH ME! I've got a good feeling about this one - but hey, don't all writers say that? Soon to be rated R for a little bit more raunchy goodness...so don't kick it off, superior-fanfiction-people...because this one's GOOD (unlike my other stuff, tee hee)...WitchBitch**

"Summer...that was amazing." Seth breathed, smiling in his funny little way at Summer, who lay in his uncomfortably restrictive bed.

"Yeah, you'd think so." she said, feeling a strange emptiness inside. Maybe it was because Seth said it every time they spent the night together. _I am so in a rut,_ she thought to herself.

"You mean it wasn't good for you?" he enquired. She sighed.

"No." she lied, but of course it sucked – it was always about him, and how he could feel. If he's ever spent more than ten minutes on foreplay, she was lucky.

"That's good." He said, stroking her silky hair.

Summer used to love that voice; she thought it was sexy. The pre-lovemaking lustful voice. At the moment, it was just another thing that she longed to change. Seth's lips began inching towards hers. She allowed herself to be kissed by him, but she didn't press their lips together with the usual passion.

"What do you want to do now? We can go to the beach..." he kissed her once more. "...Or the movies..." kiss. "Or..." he continued. "We could do _that_ again." He smiled cheekily, and she weakly attempted to smile back, rather than grimace at the idea of another round.

It was common knowledge that things immediately got boring when they were repeated over and over again. Even kisses and sex, if the partner was not very good at it. He saw her unexcited expression. While Seth's mind was on one thing, so was hers, but they were nowhere near the same thing, it was obvious. As his lips touched hers again, she was once again greeted by the unsuspecting plunge in her stomach as her hopes of something more exciting plummeted. _I need to escape_, she thought.

She stared into his eyes. The eyes that had enchanted her for so long. She saw the affection, the kindness, the love...and every other boring thing he ever felt. If people's minds were open books, Seth's was the sweet, funny book that everyone sort of liked but didn't obsess over, whereas Summer liked to believe she was the padlocked diary with a thousand secrets and a long lost key.

She continued to stare, not quite realising that she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at every boring feature she'd seen a thousand times over, his cute dimple, rumpled hair, big puppy-dog eyes. Boring, boring, boring.

"I need to go. I need to get away." she muttered.

"Summer? What did you say? What's going on?" Seth asked, but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking far, far beyond the room with the toy horses and sea breeze blowing through the open window. She ignored the silence of the house, she ignored Ryan's figure brooding in the pool house, a smear among the heavily drawn curtains. He hadn't seen them – he'd had…company. She didn't notice the 'company' either, or the freaky emo band posters on the walls, or the clothes strewn across the floor. She was seeing it, yet not at all – she was seeing the bigger picture.

"I need to go. I need to get away." she muttered.

"Summer? What did you say? What's going on?" Seth looked concerned.

"I'm fine, just fine." She said – then her phone began to trill, "Oh, I'd better get that." She leapt out of the bed like the satin sheets were burning her skin.

"You never answer your phone when we're together." he said wistfully, propping himself up and staring at her like a complex physics problem, "What makes now any different?"

"You wouldn't understand." Summer held the blanket close to her warm skin, her hand scrabbling furiously for the machine that was emitting the little bleep sounds. She swore, her voice muffled from the angle she stood as she found the phone.

"Uh, hi, Dad." she said into the phone, "Ah, you need me home? Well, when? Right now? Um, I'm kinda in the middle of something. Oh, fine Dad, I'm coming."

"What is it, Summer?" Seth asked as Summer hung up the phone and began pulling her clothes on.

"Dad has an emergency of some sort." she said, pulling on her expensive top, "Gotta dash, I love you." She kissed him on the cheek and disappeared in a flurry of French coffee, cherry lip-gloss and sex appeal.

Seth decided to get dressed as Summer had fled. He shuffled out of the bed and felt something jab into his shoulder blade. He rolled over and picked up the offending item. It was his mobile phone resting under the blankets in the spot where Summer's hand had been a second ago.

MISSED CALL - SUMMER MOBILE, glared up at his screen. Then it hit him - Summer had rung her mobile from his own phone, to get away.

"But why did you need to run?" he muttered to himself, "Are you bored, Summer?"

But he was all alone, and no one could answer that question for him.

**A/N: I have to go to bed now so I haven't read through it - just gotta hope it comes out good!**

**WitchBitch**


	3. Blowing Up

Summer sat in the car, feeling her pulse get slower and slower. _What is wrong with me, _she wondered. Every time she imagined Seth's hands running up her skin she felt her bloodstreams turn to ice. _So this must be what Julie Cooper feels when Caleb wants some, _she shuddered at her own thought. Then she realized what that meant.

"Oh my God. I don't think I'm attracted to Seth anymore." She felt her heart slow further down as she realized what this meant.

She had to talk to someone. Someone who listened. Someone like Coop. She quickly pushed the keys into the start roughly and felt, rather than heard, a blast of emo music from her sound system. Even when he wasn't with her, Seth was suffocating her. She quickly shoved one foot on the brake and one foot on the accelerator and hoped to god a passing cop wouldn't recognise her and stop her.

She finally pulled up outside Coop's palace…or prison. Suddenly she hesitated – the house looked so foreboding, so sinister. She imagined it swallowing her up into darkness.

"I'm losing my mind." She muttered to herself, and then laughed. What's the first sign you're going mad? Talking to yourself. The second sign you're losing your mind? Waiting for a reply. She pulled herself out of her car and stumbled up the driveway. _Why are my shoes acting so weird?_ She thought, _they're brand new dammit._ Then she realized, she had put them on the wrong feet in her haste to get out of the house. She contemplated stopping to fix it, but hurriedly ignored it as she saw someone running down the driveway. It was DJ.

"DJ!" she called, "hey! What's up?"

"You tell Marissa I quit." he snapped, before stumbling into his car and speeding down the driveway like he was finally free. She raised her eyebrows, and kept walking up the long driveway. Then she saw Ryan getting on his bike. Her heart sank.

"Oh God Ryan, what's happened?" she asked the second she reached him. He stopped untangling his bike chain and thought for a second.

"Marissa needs-" he said with an unusual sneer, "- _time._"

"For what?" she asked innocently, sliding on a coat of cherry lipgloss.

"To work out if one is better than two or not." He snapped, fixing his chain and zooming down the drive in a smear of broodiness.

"O-kay." Summer cried, entering Marissa's room jubilantly, "What the hell is going on between the hot hot yard guy in the yard who is hot, and Chino?"

Marissa looked up, tears slicing pathways in her cheeks. Then she reached over and took a swig of angry gin and she began to choke.

"Jesus Coop it can't be that bad!" Summer snapped in a single breath, "What happened?"

"I for-I for-" Marissa didn't finish her sentence. Summer prompted her.

"You for what?" she demanded.

"I forgot that I'd arranged to meet up with Ryan today." Marissa choked.

"So?"

"So I was having sex with DJ when he arrived!" she snapped.

"Oh shit."

"Could say that." Marissa smeared away a tear, "I can't believe how stupid it's all been! Why did I have to have them both be here! Why did they have to both know I was with them both or – or…What now, Sum? What now?"

"Well." Summer didn't know what to say. And she told Marissa exactly that.

"Tell me the truth." Marissa suggested.

"The truth?" Summer hesitated. The truth was a harsh thing. And Marissa wasn't as tough as she acted.

"The truth." Marissa said stubbornly.

"Fine." Suddenly, something deep inside Summer snapped. She felt words bubbling from her mouth in a manner that can only be described as insane.

"You are a spoilt, snotty, cruel, plastic brat." She found herself hissing, "And I'm disgusted to even know you! How can you keep screwing everything up so perfectly? You're a whore for audiences, you think you own Newport, but then you just sit there, with your head up two guys asses as once, and then you whinge cause one of them realized you were still FUCKING THE OTHER ONE!"

Marissa looked devastated and Summer felt slightly guilty. But she felt something else, too. She felt satisfaction. For crushing Marissa's joy. _What kind of a friend am I?_ She asked herself. But she felt glad too. Maybe Marissa could now see what it was like to be human.

"Summer Roberts, I hate you." Marissa choked, "Get out of my house."

"Gladly!" Summer snapped. She tucked a flyaway hair behind her ear and stormed off, "This is a crappy house anyway!"

As she reached the door, she realized Marissa was talking. Using her poor-little-me voice.

"What are you going to do?" she quavered.

"I-" Summer glared at her, "Am going to go cheer up Chino. God knows he's probably blaming himself for your actions. Trust a good person like him to fall in love with you. You're a slut, just like your mother."

She felt guilty after saying this, but soon forgot, as a tenth of a second later Marissa retaliated in her usual insane way.

Her mouth was gaping like a fish and she was fast at reacting.

"Get OUT GET OUT!" she began screaming. She then picked up her bedside lamp and threw it at Summer. It shattered on the wall next to Summer's head. She looked disgustedly at the crumpled figure sobbing on the bed and left.

"Bitch." Summer muttered, getting into her car, "Coop's officially become a loose cannon."

Then she rested her head on the steering wheel for a minute. After a while she put the keys in the ignition and drove away. But she didn't know where she should head off now – maybe she could actually visit Chino?

_Yeah, _she thought _that's what I'll do. I'm sure he won't mind seeing me and God knows he needs to be cheered up. All that brooding's unhealthy._

The prospect of playing mother duck appealed to Summer immensely

_Yeah,_ she decided, _I don't think he'd mind seeing me._


	4. Comfort, Summer Roberts Style

He was sitting in the poolhouse. Kirsten had let her in. "He seems worried," she had said, "He looks like he needs a friend."

_Marissa was never a friend_, Summer thought to herself as she picked her way through the house, the garden and into Ryan's cozy little house.

The door was already ajar, and from the slight crack that separated her from the whitewashed wood, she stood, frozen, watching him silently as he sat on the bed, head bowed and hands folded in that ever-so-chino way. She knocked lightly on the doorframe, watching nervously as he raised his head, eyes widened at the sight of her. He had probably expected Marissa. Seth. DJ. Anyone but Summer.

"What are you doing here?" he enquired. The coldness of his voice made her want to leave, but she forced herself to sit down on the edge of the bed with him. She put her bag on the floor next to her, taking time with her answer.

"I wanted to see how you were." she said eventually. Something was happening to her heart. It was thumping in a scary way. She felt this cavernous, slushy feeling that she couldn't identify. She felt like she really wanted him to understand she didn't want to hurt him.

"Why do you care?" he snapped, "Why would Summer Roberts, party princess, care about some stupid slum kid!" She flinched.

"I care because you're a good person. She was toying with your emotions."

"None of that matters now." he grimaced, "I'm officially alone. Nobody cares about me."

Suddenly, Summer realised what she was feeling. It wasn't guilt, or sympathy she felt. It was hot, smothering lust. She wanted Ryan. And she wanted him badly!

"I care about you." she said passionately, "Because you're a good person."

Ryan didn't seem to know how to respond to Summer's claim. He shrugged awkwardly. "I guess Marissa never thought that."

"Chino, Marissa's a bitch. Marissa's a cold, hard, plastic bitch who doesn't have enough consideration to think of anyone elses feelings, and while she's got her head shoved up two guys asses at the once, and she's upset because they're mad at her! God forbid someone might hate her for once." She rolled her eyes.

Ryan stared at her in shock. "You…You're her best friend." He said simply.

"I don't want to be best friends…with someone who hurts my other friends." He looked at her in shock, pupils expanding to take over his bright blue irises. She had never noticed it before, but now she was up close enough to look, those electric blue eyes sent electric shivers up her spine.

She didn't know the exact moment they started kissing, all she realised was she had been missing out. It was so unpredictable, unprecedented. His hands were running through her hair, and she was pushing herself against him as if to push her way into his heart. Suddenly he pushed her off him, gently.

"Oh god! I am so sorry!" she squealed, "I don't know what came over me."

"You know just as well that it was both of us." he smiled a heart wrenching smile. Summer thought to herself, why doesn't he smile often? He's so cute!

"So you don't mind?" she asked.

"You have cherry lips." he grinned in reply, pulling her over him again.

**A/N: Okay, officially my first ever beginning of a sleazy scene. I just want to say I'd never have the courage without my darling Tough Stuff, Lia...she's a horny beast for someone her age ; )**


	5. Horny Stuff!

It started out so innocent, she thought as her cherry lips moved smoothly over his. One kiss, maybe just a flicker of curiosity, just to see if there was a spark of anything that could have been more. And at the pace things were going, and the feeling of his hand creeping slowly up her shirt, gentle fingers running across her skin, their spark had emitted into a dangerous flame, combusted without a warning.

She moaned as his hands travelled further under her shirt, stopping at her breasts, where his fingers flickered softly across her skin. A small whimper escaped her mouth from where his were still pressed to hers. "Don't stop…" she murmured almost inaudible words down into his mouth, meshing in with his tongue as he continued to massage her breasts through her bra.

Her hands moved, swift and fast as she tugged at the bottom of his wifebeater, finally pulling it up and over his head. "Summer…" he said slowly as she threw the shirt to the side of the bed. He may have been about to object, but Summer didn't want to find out. She pulled his head back into hers, capturing his open mouth in another passionate kiss, his words lost as their tongues curled together. 

"Don't say anything," she whispered as their lips broke apart. "Go with it,"

He stared at her for a minute, his shockingly blue irises piercing through her. Her skin flushed at the force of his intense stare, but she maintained the contact, keeping his blue eyes fixed with her mocha coloured ones.

Finally, he gave in, bent his head back down to her level and pressed his lips against hers. She moaned in approval, as he rested his weight upon his arms, raising his torso from hers but keeping his mouth pressed to hers, pressing his crotch harder against hers. She moved her own body in accordance with hers, wrapping her arms around the back on his neck without parting their lips, grinding her groin against his. With great satisfaction, she felt him finally relax, uttering a low moan into her mouth as she grinded harder against him, and his body react positively as she felt his harden against her.

"Oh my God…" she murmured. He moved his lips from her mouth and transplanted them onto her neck, trailing hard, passionate kisses against her skin. With one hand, he fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, finally succeeding to strip the flimsy cotton shirt from her chest, leaving her in only her black lace bra. As his lips moved to her collarbone, she moved her hands down his chest, her heart beating fast as the muscles of his body rippled beneath her fingers. Her hands moved down further, to the crotch of his jeans, where she started rubbing his erection. As she did, her heart beat even faster. Good God…he was so much…BIGGER. Bigger then Cohen. She had always thought that, had she got a chance to see it, Ryan's dick would have been big, but even this shocked her.

Summer felt Ryan's lips open against the nude skin of her chest in a moan, his warm breath spilling onto her. She wanted to please him, she wanted to make him moan like that, so she rubbed harder. His hands moved under her back, fiddling with her bra strap, becoming frustrated, as it wouldn't seem to unclip. She laughed softly at his frustration, at the fact that she held and aura over him that would make him frustrated. She sat up; pushing him off her slightly and unclipping the bra herself, letting him slide the straps gently off her shoulders.

She smiled at his expression, his wordless, amazed face. He pushed her back down onto the bed, running his hands across her breasts, rubbing the tender flesh softly. She gasped as he tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, before taking them in his mouth, biting gently. She let out a louder gasp, her hands quickly moving down to his pants, un-looping the leather belt. She let it fall to the ground, the metallic clank filling both of their ears as it hit the tiled floor. Her hands then moved to his zipper, sliding it down with ease and helping him pull the jeans off his legs. Clad in only his boxers now, he moved his lips from her breasts, down her chest, leaving a slobbery circle with his tongue around her naval. He moved to the buttons of her jeans, undoing the buttons with his teeth and leaving the zipper to his hands. He pulled the hip hugging jeans slowly down her thighs, running his hands along her smooth legs as he went. When he returned back up, he stayed at level with her crotch. 

She could feel his warm breath spilling onto her, and she shuddered inwardly, the slightest slither of his breath on her sending her groin throbbing, tremors of sexual desire that she had never felt, not ever with Cohen. Nothing close to what Ryan was sending through her right now.

It caught her off guard as his tongue moved into her, and she gasped loudly. "Ryan, what are you…ahhh…" she cut herself off with her own moan that escaped her mouth. "Holy…" she murmured, before breaking into another moan. Cohen had never done this to her before. He'd wanted to, she knew he did, he had begged her to let him, but she always said no, she was fine with just the sex.

At that very moment, as Ryan's tongue swirled around inside her, she was so glad she hadn't given this part of herself up to Cohen. She had been saving this for someone special, and Ryan must have been that someone.

"Ryan, my…mMmm…God…Ahhh…" Her words were incoherent, her murmurings cut of by sudden moans as Ryan hit her G-spot. He knew how to pleasure her, so much better then Cohen. To Cohen, she wasn't a woman, she was a sex toy. He would give her the same thing every time, nothing new, nothing exciting. She was an object, not a woman with desires. Ryan understood her desires.

He removed her mouth from her before inserting his fingers. That caused a sharp intake of breath on Summer's part. Ryan listened carefully to her breathing; her slow, jagged edged breaths as he pumped his fingers slowly, and the higher, sharper squeal as he pumped faster, rubbing his fingers against the special spot that made her cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Summer finally.

"Are you okay?" asked Ryan, still moving his fingers in her.

"Yes, yes…fuck, Ryan, I want you in me now." She said, her words spaced out and slow, in between the moans.

He smiled at her plead. Removing his fingers from her, he moved his head back up to hers, pressing their lips together. She moaned. She was ready for him now. She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to rub against her walls, she just plain wanted him. "Ryan…" she moaned softly.

As their lips pressed together, her cherry tasting lips gloss smeared over his mouth, her velvet covered tongue running over his, he suddenly became aware that it was his name she had moaned. She said Ryan. She moaned Ryan, she moaned his name while he lay on top of her, their lips together, naked, and she wasn't Marissa. He had moaned her name, but her name was Summer. He had gone down on Summer, but he wasn't Seth.

This was wrong.

This was wrong, and he knew it.

He knew this girl, the one who kissed him with such passion was his best friends girl. And Seth wasn't just his best friend…Seth was his brother.

Right about then, as that thought ran through his head, would have been a good time to pull away, to apologise to Summer, say it was all a mistake. To put his clothes back on, walk away and then talk to Seth as if it had never happened, and hopefully Summer would do the same. 

But there was something that kept him there. Something that kept his mouth against Summer's.

He didn't know what it was exactly, but it might have been something to do with how different she was. How she compared to all the other girls he had ever slept with. She was inexperienced, she had only ever appeared naked in front of one other man, and she was reluctant of her nudity in front of Ryan now, he could feel it as his tongue moved in her.

Or it might have just had something to do with the fact that her lips tasted like Cherry, and Ryan has never tasted Cherry Lips before. 

He rubbed his dick lightly over her crotch, no penetration. He could feel it throbbing, feel the wetness, and he could feel how bad she wanted him.

"Mmmmmm…." She moaned loudly. He was teasing her.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked huskily, his mouth next to her ear.

"Wait…" she whispered. "Do you have a condom?"

He nodded, reaching over to the night table and pulling out a box. Full, she noticed. It would appear that Marissa hadn't been giving Ryan quite what he deserved, or wanted...Of course, she was sure DJ brought his own condoms. Or maybe they didn't use any. She almost giggled at the thought. Oh, wouldn't she love Marissa to get a STI from the Yard Boy. That would just be classic. Or even better if she ended up giving birth to a half Mexican baby.

He applied the latex condom and put himself back into position on top of her. "Okay, ready?" he asked softly.

She liked that he asked. She liked that he respected her enough. Cohen never asked. Cohen just plunged in. Literally.

She nodded, pulling his head back down to meet her lips.

He positioned his weight on top of her, lowering himself down as he entered her slowly. Summer gasped loudly as he first slid into her, easily because of her wetness. The feel of him inside her…his size… 

He began moving inside her, slowly at first. She gasped for air, finally regaining her breath. She started to move with him, feeling out of pace and slow. He felt her hesitation, and he slowed down until she could catch up. She kept their lips together the entire time.

As she came up to pace with him, he started to move faster, thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around her torso, and as he thrust, she pushed him further, so that he filled the entirety of her. She moaned loudly. He changed pace, moving slowly. Her moans faded and turned into soft murmurings.

"Ryan…Oh my God…Ryan, Ryan…Keep going…Ryan…Faster…" she would murmur into his mouth, her wet lips still moving with his, just like her sweaty body still moved with his. As he followed her instructions and moved faster, her murmurings broke into louder moans, sometimes maybe mixed with cries and begs of, "Don't stop," and "Faster, just like that…" He would keep this up, move at a slow swiftness, waiting for her moans to die down to small murmurs, and then suddenly changing gears, thrusting at a faster velocity while her moans exploded, and her legs wrapped around his lower body pulled him in further to her.

She flipped him around, so that she was on top. He lay beneath her, she was in control. She rode his erection at a steady pace while he continued thrusting, his hands holding her hips steady as she moved on top. Her breasts swayed at the movement, and his hands edged up her waist and her chest, shivering of electricity flying down her skin at his touch. His hands made their way up to her breasts, fondling them gently as she continued to ride him.

"Oh God, Ryan, I'm close," she moaned softly.

"Me too, me too," he said.

"Wait for me, Ryan, wait for me," she begged. "I'm almost there…" 

"I'll wait for you," he promised, his voice deep and low and he continued to plunge in her. "Tell me…Tell me when you're there,"

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her dark, raven coloured hair swaying behind her, a curtain of dark locks on her nude back. She groaned loudly, her mouth remaining wide open as she sucked in a large breath of air into her quivering lungs.

"Ryan, I'm almost there…" she murmured, her head still hanging back and her eyes still close.

"Me too…"

"Fuck!" 

She leant down, pressing their sweaty chests together and kissing his mouth hard. Their mouths broke apart, and she tilted her head back in an explosive moan, as they both came together, their bodies shuddering together in the best orgasm that either of them had ever had.

"God, I'm exhausted," she laughed softly as she lay beside him afterwards.

"Fuck, me too." He said, his post-sex voice husky, but so much more endearing, so much sexier then Cohen's raspy voice ever was. That voice that emerged from Ryan's mouth made Summer just want to fuck him all over again.

"Ryan, you're really amazing," she whispered. She could feel her eyes fluttering closed, her eyelashes brushing against her flushed skin. He really had worn her out.

"Yeah, so are you," he said. He brushed a few tendrils of dark hair away from her closing eyes. "And you really do have cherry lips."


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